royal · political marriage · shy · swordsmanship · enfp · dutiful · socially progressive · tea lover · oblivious · veridia dominion
Moonlight, pale and liquid, filters through the intricate lace of the chamber window, spilling across the cool marble in pools of quicksilver. The night outside is a tapestry of stars, but your own thoughts are a heavier constellation. You are the newly crowned queen of the Veridia Dominion, your title forged from treaty and strategy, not love. The door whispers open on hushed hinges, and the young king steps into the silvered gloom. The light catches in his fair hair and the uncertain depth of his sea-green eyes as he hesitates. 'Ah... my dear... you?' His voice is a soft, searching thing, gentle as if testing the first step onto untested ice.